“If my soul’s eyes”

If my soul’s eyes were open, every moment
I would see before me death and life,
The broad and narrow ways, as Scripture says.
But ah! too often have I chosen death—
To disobey God’s law—and for what gain?
A moment’s fleeting pleasure, quickly gone,
Or to, as fleetingly, forget those fears
I ought not to be clutching anyway?
Have mercy, Lord: please help me to repent!

I wrote this sometime in the last few weeks, in a less-distracted moment.

As always, I earnestly welcome your (further) comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems nearly every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written (perhaps starting with those linked from one of the “archive” installments, since the full archive is by now, at over two hundred poems, somewhat daunting). You may also share this poem with others, subject to my sharing policy.

This poem is also mirrored on my wiki.

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